In the depths of shadows, a tale unfolds,
Of guilt's relentless grip on mortal souls.
A haunting presence, a weight so extreme,
A guilty conscience, devoid of redeem.

Within the heart, a flicker of remorse,
A spark that yearns for redemption's course.
But in the absence of repentance's light,
A transformation begins, a soul's dark plight.

Like whispers in the night, the guilt takes hold,
Seeds of darkness sown, a story untold.
A person once noble, now tainted and lost,
Their conscience, a demon, a terrible cost.

The guilt, it festers, a venomous stain,
Corroding the spirit, driving them insane.
With every passing day, their essence erodes,
As remorse turns to anger, their empathy explodes.

No longer bound by morals or care,
They tread a path of darkness, devoid of repair.
The demon within,...